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Sickness Again

We gorge until we dawn
I am depressing in the
Ditch that I dug
Delicately allowing room for

This yellow head
With red extraneous areas
I am covers
Black beards and interspersing

Whiskers - eroding the
Enveloping areas of my body
We continue to eat and drink
Strong coffee

Knowing full well that we will
Show ourselves in the morning
The sun that destroys as I lend
From the aphoristic men who have gone

I should go to heaven already.

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  • Stella Shall
    November 19, 2008
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    Brilliant poem I am trying to see inside the spaces between the words.